If it was someone else, it might be embarrassing now whether to turn around, or how to apologize, but Hunter has no such concerns at all.
He turned around with his pockets in his back, and smiled at the other person: "I'm just trying to ease the psychological trauma of that girl because she didn't buy your undershirt... Ah, it's a T-shirt."
"Oh, really?"
Winston's voice was lighter than expected, and the corners of his lips were slowly sunken, and Hunter suddenly realized... The other party smiled, although it was a shallow smile, but it was like a lonely eternal flower that was frozen in a glass ball. Opened the confinement, slowly bloomed...
"Then do you know why you are being treated as a waiter?"
"Why... why?"
Hunter hadn't thought that the other party would talk to him, and the topic that the other party threw up really interested him.
"Because you are like a child."
That smile became more and more obvious, and Hunter's pupils trembled. He has never seen Winston's smile, and I believe all the media at the scene have too.
This made it difficult for Hunter to distinguish whether the other party was making fun of him or mocking himself.
"So you must comb your bangs to make yourself look mature, so that you won't be regarded as a college student who comes to work as a waiter."
Hunter looked at each other, and every word Winston said was inexplicably believable.
At this time, a waiter walked by with a tray filled with mineral water and juice.
Winston stretched out his hand, took the juice and handed it to Hunter, while the glass he held was filled with mineral water.
Not red wine, not champagne, but juice... Was Winston laughing at his childishness, or did he know he wasn't old enough to drink
Wait... How could Winston be concerned about his age? Or do you just think he must be small
Just as Hunter was thinking, Winston's fingers dipped into the cup, knuckles dipped in water, submerged in Hunter's bangs, and shoved them up to reveal his forehead.
The opponent's fingertips gently pressed his scalp, causing Hunter, who had wanted to retreat, to stop subconsciously.
"Change to a dinner dress, it doesn't fit the waist."
Hunter raised his eyes and met Winston's half-turned-up face, arranging his forehead.
very focused.
I don't know if it was because of his beautiful eyelashes that Hunter had an illusion.
"Thanks... we... we should have only talked in the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix before, right?"
Why did he feel like Winston knew him well
But the other party just looked at him silently.
This made Hunt even more unclear.
At this moment, the voice of the auctioneer rang again.
"Here's a Bison baseball cap from Marcus's rookie youngster Evan Hunt in middle school! The starting price is $500!"
Hunter turned his head in surprise and spread his hands: "My baseball cap! I didn't say it was going to be auctioned!"
He looked in the direction of Marcus and asked the other party what was going on with his eyes. Marcus shook his head.
"That's what my dad gave me..." Hunter was a little reluctant, but what he really cared about was why Winston's undershirt started at $5,000, while his baseball cap was only $500
The point is... no one is going to buy it!
Maybe some F1 enthusiasts present will be interested in the stuff of the racing driver who has just entered Formula One, but the problem is that he has participated in three races without getting a point, and his stuff has no value to be collected at all!
This is really embarrassing!
Hunter is considering whether to leave quickly, as if he does not exist
Five seconds passed, and no one opened a bid.
Hunter rolled his eyes, he wouldn't buy the baseball cap at his own expense, anyway, his father had left too many useless things, not bad for that baseball cap.
"Five hundred dollars!" Marcus probably felt sorry, so he offered five hundred dollars as a donation.
"One thousand dollars." Winston's voice sounded from behind Hunter, and most of the banquet hall looked over.
Everyone showed a surprised expression. I didn't expect that Winston, who hadn't said much at the whole banquet, would be interested in that baseball cap
"One thousand five hundred dollars!" Big Shark Shire called out.
Hunter looked over suspiciously.
"Two thousand dollars," said Winston again.
The sound was obviously not loud, but the entire banquet hall suddenly became quiet.
"Two thousand five hundred dollars!" The big shark raised the price again.
"Three thousand dollars," continued Winston.
Hunter suddenly felt that this was a contest between Winston and the big shark. Is it not enough to compete on the field, and now it is time to throw money
Really love and kill each other, money sucks!
Hunter suddenly felt a sense of superiority deep in his heart, that is - Winston and Ciel are actually very naive!
Under the speculations and unidentified eyes of many guests, Hunter's baseball cap has been raised to a price of $5,000 by Jaws Shire.
This brought others present to join the battle.
"Six thousand dollars!"
"Seven thousand dollars!"
Everyone thought there was something special about an auction item that could get two of Formula 1's top drivers to bid.
"Maybe this baseball cap was worn by some baseball superstar?"
"Maybe it's a limited collector's edition?"
Hunter was speechless: If it was what you imagined, the starting price of this baseball cap would not be five hundred dollars!
Soon, the price reached seven thousand dollars.
Jaws Shire looked at Winston with a defiant smile.
The host of the auction and many guests also looked in Winston's direction.
His expression didn't change, he raised his hand unhurriedly: "Ten thousand dollars."
His eyes crossed Hunter's shoulders to Ciel. Even if the end of his line of sight wasn't Hunter, he could feel Winston's eyes crushing everything, and he was warning Ciel.
Twenty seconds passed, and no one made any further bids, and Charles looked at Winston with a smile, as if to say: Fool, if you like it, you can take it.
"Congratulations to Mr. Winston for taking this baseball cap! I think everyone must be wondering, what's so special about this baseball cap?"
Hunter also nodded in his heart: Yes, yes! What's so special about this baseball cap! Tell me, I'll find you ten or eight! You don't need ten thousand dollars each, one hundred dollars is enough!
"Because it belongs to Hunter," replied Winston.
All eyes flocked to Hunter like a tide.
"Hunter? The owner of the baseball cap? Does he have anything to do with Winston?"
"He... It seems that he has only participated in three competitions, and he has no points at all. He ranks in the middle and lower reaches!"
"But the racer is still young, I heard he's only nineteen in a month... Looks cute."
Hunter wanted to cover his face. He didn't expect that one day he would be known, not because of the F1 Grand Prix, but because of a baseball cap.
"Are you crazy? Ten thousand dollars for a baseball cap?"
Winston walked past him unhurriedly, and said in a voice only he could hear, "If those are the underwear you wore, I can do it for ten million dollars."
Obviously, there is no sound of emotional ups and downs, but it seems like a match has been struck in Hunter's heart, and it suddenly burns.
"What..." Hunter looked at Winston's back incomprehensibly.
Marcus walked over to Hunter, put his shoulders on him and said, "Hey! Can't tell you and Winston know each other!"
"No... we can't talk about acquaintance..."
"Then why did he pay so much for your baseball cap?"
"Because he has a lot of money." Hunter looked at Marcus with the eyes of an idiot.
Such an obvious answer to ask why
As for what Winston said before he left, Hunter automatically attributed it to the other party's casual joke.
After all, they could count the number of times they met. How could Winston actually spend tens of millions of dollars on his underwear if he had no problem with his head
It's just... it shouldn't be an illusion - Vann Winston seems to be paying a lot of attention to him
Thinking about it, Hunter felt that the dress on his body really became more and more twisted.
After the banquet, Hunter was driving his little Jeep on the way home with the evening wind.
Pulling off his bow tie and throwing it aside, he finally got his wish and undid his neckline.
Without restraint, this is life!
Hunter hummed "Lemon Tree" in his heart. He was happy for only three seconds when he heard a thud, the car stopped, and the front hood seemed to be smoking
"Ah..." Hunter scratched the back of his head, got out of the car, and opened the front hood... Even as a professional racing driver, he felt that the situation was hopeless
Sounds like you have to call the insurance company
"The world loves me, I love the world." Hunter said helplessly, shaking his head.
He made a phone call and was surprised to find that a chocolate bar had fallen from the front passenger seat at some point.
"Well, it's not too bad." He opened the wrapper, put it between his fingers, and made a cigar-smoking gesture to amuse himself.
The headlights came from a distance and stopped just as they passed by his side.
A red Ferrari supercar stopped on the side of the road, the door opened, and Hunter's gaze followed the line of the other's long legs, followed by the restrained but implied waist line.
The other party neatly closed the car door and walked towards him.
"What's wrong?"
His voice was like mint drifting in the night wind, not as alienating as in a dinner party.
"Win... Winston..." Hunter immediately took the chocolate bar out of his mouth, pretending to be smoking a cigar just now... I guess he couldn't be more stupid.
"Cylinder out." Winston only glanced.
"Ah... yeah." Hunter smiled, "I'm waiting for the insurance company."
"Okay, I'll take you back then."
"Huh?" Hunter felt he had heard it wrong.
But Winston was already swiping his phone against his Jeep calmly, as if the Ferrari on the other side of the road didn't even exist.
Those who didn't know thought that Winston was in the same car with him!
Don't rely on my little jeep to pose for advertisements! This is my car, not yours!
Who will tell me what's going on
Hunter was holding his phone in his left hand and a chocolate bar in his right, messy in the wind.
"Chocolate bar, can I eat it?"
Winston looked at the phone and asked.
"Oh, that's fine... Just this one, I took a bite." Hunter was a little flattered.
"No problem, thank you."
Everyone said thank you, and Hunter stepped forward, handing the chocolate bar in the other's direction.
He had thought that Winston would reach out to catch it, but he didn't expect that the other party just turned his face and leaned halfway toward him.
Hunter could clearly see Winston's slightly parted lips, the part of the chocolate where the tip of his tongue gently touched the chocolate, that was where Hunter had bitten it, his teeth seemed to be on Hunter's fingertips, and he made a soft sound. The chocolate bar broke.
Putting the chocolate in his mouth, Winston continued to look down at the phone, Hunter's arm still stiff.
At that moment, he suddenly remembered Winston's smile that only he saw at the dinner party, and the sentence "If those are the underwear you wear, I can do it for ten million dollars." Hunter trembled. a bit.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: Are you really willing to pay tens of millions of dollars for my underpants
Winston: Of course.
Hunter: Then I'll go buy a case and wear it now!
Winston: The premise is that I take it off.